Courting The Wild Twin
Stop Saying That the Earth Is Doomed You may be doomed, I may be doomed, the earth not so much....
Stop Saying That the Earth Is Doomed You may be doomed, I may be doomed, the earth not so much....
A bright, solemn day. On such days you forget your weaknesses, imprecisions, ailments, and...
My friends are always obliging me with ephemera like this—screenshots of sexts, emails to their...
Before we met, I had spent a lifetime devoted to Wittgenstein’s idea that the inexpressible is...
They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...
I recall that I am extremely forgetful. I believe I am. I think I know that I am forgetful. Though...
5.1 On the Company. No: on companies; on companies and crowds; whatever. In the fifties and...
White Snail.- (Silence.) (A young lady with a lace parasol comes along counting her steps. Upon...
Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was...
I left the Rio Negro and went on south to Port Madryn. A hundred and fifty-three Welsh colonists...
so bless me I’m ruminatin on the old times when virtue was its own so-called reward and acquired a...
The car stopped, started, stopped again. Below the window I watched the crowns of people’s...